I stare at the moonlit streets
The lamps still flicker faintly
Like my hope, Like my faith
But still, I must carry on
The air grows dusty and cold
With barely a coat I walk
Along this moonlit street
With barely a dream, I journey
Time has passed and I shiver
Hours have gone since dusk
Less and less people linger
The street grows more desolate
Winds get colder and heavy
Drawing my coat closer, I look
At the horizon that glimmers
My hope is renewed once again
Moving on, I carry my hopes
Like the streetlamps, it wanes
Along with the moon, it will fade
But still, I must carry on
